Monday, August 26, 2013

Life is a Vapor

My mom stood by the washing machine crying not long before I left for college. And I was sorry that she was sad, but I was so ready to go. And I couldn't really understand. But I get it a little more every day. I miss every moment of their lives that have already passed and already feel them slipping through my fingers. "Life is a vapor" is something that mothers live and breathe daily.